Chapter 15 Sword-drawn

"Third senior sister, where is it?"

Xiaoyao looked around. This hall was full of a mysterious atmosphere. In it, his heart seemed to be covered with a shadow, unable to breathe, and he was particularly depressed. Especially the black fog drifting from the air in the middle of the hall. Seeing them, Xiaoyao somehow had a feeling of hair in his heart.

The blood is soft and the face is complicated.

She looked at the circled murals and looked at them carefully and fascinatedly.

vaguely.

Looking at her side face, Xiaoyao seemed to see what he had seen and heard in the dream again. The expression at that moment was so similar to that at this moment. Although there was less loneliness, it was a little more lonely.

"This is the Flying Fairy Hall!"

"The place where the founders of Jiuxiao Sword Sect understood the epiphany of Jiuxiao Sword Tips." For a long time, Xue Rou slowly sighed: "This is the most important place of this door, which is located in the sword tomb. But with the catastrophe 40 years ago, the whole Flying Fairy Valley was inexplicably moved to this place, and a vigorous image in the past also disappeared.

"Forty years ago?!"

Xiaoyao couldn't help asking, "It's 40 years ago, the third sister, what happened 40 years ago?"

This doubt has been in his mind for a long time.

From the beginning of entering the Jiuxiao Sword Sect to now, it seems that many things are related to 40 years ago, and I am in this mystery, always confused and uneasy. At this moment, in the face of the blood softness with an obvious strange look, he couldn't help asking the doubts in his heart.

"Forty years ago..."

The blood looked soft and seemed to recall something.

Her eyes were blurred for a moment, and she kept sweeping through the Flying Fairy Hall. After all, she still turned into a silent sigh: "Brother Jiu, these are too far away for you at present. When your strength is raised to the king level, even if I don't say it, the master will tell you everything about that year. Forty years ago, forty years later, it was actually very similar. It's just that you are lucky after all. Some things, even the master's ability, can't be changed, can only rely on yourself.

"Look at this mural."

The blood soft and slender fingers pointed to the shadows of thousands of people, and gradually solemn: " Ten thousand years ago, the ancestor of the Jiuxiao Sword Sect created the Jiuxiao Sword formula by virtue of his enlightenment in this Flying Fairy Hall, but it was not in line with the swordsmanship you wanted to practice. Now this Flying Fairy Hall is eroded by magic, but it does not hinder its mysterious power.

"It's called the Heaven and Earth Monument!"

"This monument of heaven and earth communicates the trajectory of heaven. If you can understand anything from it, it is your great luck. If you can't understand anything, then you will have no connection with this monument of heaven and earth in the future."

The blood is as soft as a shadow, gradually disappearing into nothingness, leaving a faint voice: "A month later, I'll pick you up!"

......

The plain sound gradually dissipated.

Xiaoyao's eyes were full of surprise. He looked at the monument of heaven and earth in the mouth of the third senior sister and kept looking around.

The black fog was permeated, and there were bursts of cold.

A personal shadow, as if dancing the sword on the mural, is complicated and confusing.

Inexplicably, he felt that there seemed to be a faint fluctuation of excitement in some areas of his body. He calmed down and found that the fluctuation came from his sea of gas, within the mysterious nucleus. He saw the Taiji map, the light of purple gold, and the nameless broken sword. He could vaguely feel their desire and their fear.

This extremely contradictory emotion kept changing in his heart, making him look depressed and crazy.

The core of the hall.

Xiaoyao's eyes swept over the sword that left a hilt, and then fell on the blurred line of words from the stone platform. He flashed lightly and his eyes were burning.

"Heaven and earth are not benevolent and take all things as scorpioners"

"I asked God why I was unwilling, but when I didn't have luck!!!"

There were more than 20 words, and the grass brushed by, but it seemed that a depressed person appeared in front of him. He was full of unwillingness to scold the world, and then the anger that could not be concealed by words. Unwillingness and fighting spirit came to his face, turbulent. Xiaoyao was shocked. Looking at these more than 20 words, he didn't know the words for a long time.

He was immersed in this will, and his mind kept echoing.

"Gu Wen Tian?"

"Who is he? Is it a disciple of Jiuxiao Jianzong?

Xiaoyao suddenly looked up, and his eyes were extremely firm. Those disturbances could no longer affect him.

After the cultivation of the college in August and the many tests of strange books, Xiaoyao has already recognized himself and made his goals clear. Even if he was affected by the emotions of the person who wrote it, he recovered in a moment. He must have looked at the surrounding stone walls, shaking the ground and spreading the whole Flying Fairy Hall: "Everything will eventually be revealed, and what I have to do is to have the strength to deal with everything!"

My heart is calm.

The eyes are flat.

Looking at the present, the gloomy feeling no longer exists, and thousands of shadows seem to be clearly visible.

It's looming.

He seemed to see thousands of people's shadows condensed into a huge figure in the front section. The figure's long sword crossed his waist, his left hand clenched, and his right hand held the hilt, which showed the momentum of drawing the sword.

Its eyes stared ahead.

It seems that there is endless swordsmanship coming from him. The next moment, it may turn into a huge wave, and in an instant, all the enemies of the sword will be killed under the sword. In the face of this sword, although it did not come out of the sheath, Xiaoyao looked at it, as if his whole body was locked, and even breathing was very difficult. His blood was rolling, the cells all over his body were boiling, his bones were squealing, and his feet seemed to kneel down.

"No!"

"You must not give in!"

Xiaoyao roared in his heart, his eyes were open angrily, and his whole body was full of blue veins.

"No matter who you are, I can't give in to you, and you can't overwhelm me!" In the roar, there seemed to be three angry hums and unwillingness in the Xuanku. A surging force burst out of his body in an instant, directly facing the pulled air machine and hit it fiercely.

This force.

There are the most holy and evil, opposed to each other, but they are united with each other at this moment.

Boom!

The roar exploded, and Xiaoyao's ears suddenly buzzed. There seemed to be a vivid figure in front of him. It was also holding a sword and constantly repeating the action of drawing the sword.

Xiaoyao's eyes widened.

I don't know how long it took, he finally saw the figure pulling out the long sword in his hand like lightning.

Zheng!

The sky and the earth suddenly became gloomy. In the face of this extremely shining sword, all the brilliance in the sky and the sky seemed to dissipate. As far as the eyes could see, a ditch cracked from the space of heaven and earth, and the sword was broken. A huge space crack was torn apart in an instant, and the power of terror exploded around.

Poo!

Xiaoyao suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood, and his whole spirit was very weak.

But in his eyes, his face was extremely excited.

"Ding!"

"Congratulations to players Xiaoyao for watching the monument of the divine things and heaven and earth, and understanding the swordsmanship moves. This move has no level. It belongs to the player's understanding of self-created moves. Please name it!"

"Drawing the sword!"

As soon as the voice of the system fell, Xiaoyao unconsciously blurted out

That sword.

Isn't it a sword-drawn style? The lightning-fast sword, the super horrible attack, even heaven and earth can be torn apart under this sword.

"Ding!"

"Players understand the sword move 'drawn sword style', because the player Xiaoyao is the first player to create his own sword move. This is hereby announced that the reward of freedom belongs to the surname point 50!"

"Ding!"

"System Announcement: Player Xiaoyao's self-created sword move, ranking first in the great fantasy, named in the Great Fantasy for ten thousand years, specially reward player Xiaoyao's freedom belongs to the surname point 50, and achieves the master of swordsmanship!"

"Ding!"

"System Announcement: Players are free..."

"Ding"

"System..."

Three consecutive roars of the earth-shocking system resounded through the whole fantasy world. This time, it is different from the last system announcement in the single martial arts domain. This time it is the whole big fantasy, and all players can hear the system announcement! The blood-red words seemed to permeate the eyes of countless players, which shocked them.

"God!"

"Self-created swordsmanship, who is this Xiaoyao? It's so awesome!!"

"It's against the sky, it's against the sky!"

"..."

System announcement, some people are happy and some people are sad.

The players who know Xiaoyao are shocked and subconsciously surprised. Those players who don't know Xiaoyao have questioned it one after another. They can't believe that there are players who have created their own sword moves at this stage. There are also some players who frowned slightly when they heard the name Xiaoyao, looking strange.

There are more...

In the barren mountains and wild forests, countless wild beasts roared, and a figure in red was as fast as lightning, turning into a red light and passing by, leaving countless corpses of monsters. As the system prompt resounded, the figure in red suddenly paused. He looked up at the sky with a complicated look and muttered, "You?"

The red shadows fell all over the sky, covering the sky and turning into a cold killing machine.